|Milton Doyle Gunderson III:|
I've had many people (OK, 2) ask me when I find time to compose poetry, and I have to say, you just have to make the time. Most cats, when you see their ears twitch - they're writing poetry in their heads. Either that, or they're getting ready to attack something.
Here's today's poem:
Backyard fraught with danger
Steve the Neighbor Cat lurks and hisses
I may be small now, but I grow with every passing day
And I will face my destiny like the panther I see in my mind